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driving blind I drove through some heavy fog on my way into work last night. For a moment the temptation to turn off my headlights and drive completely blind sounded appealing to me. If I had it really wouldn't have made it that much worse, because I was already driving by memory. If I had been a stranger to the area then where the road was heading would have been a complete mystery to me. Once again I let my body sleep as long it wanted. I saw the clock at five thirty this evening, but just rolled over until the alarm went off at eight thirty. These extra hours of sleep were filled with dreams, but I can only remember a fragment of one of them where I was running through giant cardboard boxes laid on their sides to form a tunnel.
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